The voyage into the city had been cumbersome on both Javek's body and mentality. Even as they departed from the company of the missionaries back at the outpost, his guilt for not returning home grew. Still, he had the company of the dwarf and the knowledge that he would be preparing for a test to occupy him. The dwarf became rather quiet the closer they got to Absalom and Javek assumed it had to do with his acceptance to take the Pathfinder challenge.
Coin was growing scarce, or so the dwarf worried, and they housed in a small inn that looked more ransacked than occupied. The halls were empty, as were most of the rooms, and Javek was able to ease his level of comfort to the great city. The rush of people was battled by the quiet nature of the decrepid inn and whenever the warrior felt overwhelmed he could simply sneak off into one of the vacant rooms.
The night was drawing to a close and the alcohol had dried up hours ago. Javek moved about the inn with the faculties of a stubborn mule, fighting his every move to not run to the docks and head back south. Finally he was prepared to set out and he was sorry to not find the dwarf anywhere, he would have to seek him out after the trials; hopefully as a fellow Pathfinder.
The streets were empty when the dark-skinned human started the morning, but since they had taken up rooms in what Javek could only imagine was the furthest possible place from the Spire, the sun was out and on display long before he approached the throngs of people just outside the gates. He propped the butt of his vicious looking spear into the ground at his feet and looked about. He could notice nothing beyond the stench of people. The people of his desert village held water at a high regard, but that did not stop them from batheing in regular intervals. These folk however, well- he shook the distracting thought from his mind.
He pushed forward, hesitant at first, until he had made it halfway through. His spearhead bobbed about to mark his progress and soon he found relieve as the remaining spectators took note and made way for him. He nodded his pleasure to those that paid him any attention - most didn't, beyond remarks about his exotic skin color - and eventually broke through.
Details of his black hide armor began to expose themselves as the sun broke over the gathering. Strips of different textures made a swirled design upon his chest and it was mirrored on the back as well. Sandals with straps ran up the length of his calf muscle. Upon his head was a golden wrap, most likely a combination of leather, hide, and cloth which kept his silky black hair away from his face. He stood apart from the others, but his foreign presence in the gathering marked him as a participant in the proceedings.